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Mary Shelley may well have invented science fiction. I think she did! But after that it seemed to be a boys' game.

My darling Prometheus, you failed at being human. It’s such a simple thing to be human. You didn’t understand that you never had to be any good at it. You simply had to try. The modern Prometheus. I feel your inadequacy under my skin. Crawling like worms. You possessed that love and rage indeed. Entertain away, dear Monster. Frankenstein forced you into humanity. Tried to make you a man. That was his first mistake. You should have aimed for the Gods.

Love was everyone's to experience if they opened their hearts, but true love was a rare and sterling thing, damn if it wasn't, a sterling thing that required the intervention of destiny: two hearts fated to be as one, finding each other among the billions of the world. True love, by God, was the Excalibur of emotions, and if you recognized it when you saw it, if you drew that noble, shining blade from the stone, your life would be a grand adventure even if you lived it entirely in one small town.

¡ Maldito sea el día en que recibí la vida! -exclamé con agonía-. ¡Maldito mi creador! ¿ Por qué fabricaste un monstruo tan espantoso que incluso tú mismo te apartaste horrorizado de mí? Dios, en su misericordia hizo al hombre hermoso y atractivo, a su propia imagen; en cambio, mi figura era una mezcla inmunda, una parodia de la tuya, más espantosa aún por su parecido. Satanás tuvo a sus compañeros, a sus demonios seguidores, que le admiraban y alentaban; pero yo me encuentro solo y soy abominado.

My food is not that of man; I do not destroy the lamb and the kid to glut my appetite; acorns and berries afford me sufficient nourishment.

She was a magnificent creature created in a science lab, the bride of Frankenstein. He, of course, comprehended that he was the monster. Freddy was Frankenstein, the creator.

Nuestras almas están formadas de muy extraña manera y nuestras vidas penden solo de leves lazos, cuya rotura puede arrojarlas a la prosperidad o a la ruina. Cuando miro hacia atrás me parece que ese cambio casi milagroso en mis inclinaciones y en mi voluntad fue obra directa de mi ángel guardián, el último esfuerzo del espíritu de conservación para alejarme de la tormenta que ya se cernía sobre mí, dispuesta a envolverme.

Science gives us the ability to pull back the skin of life and reveal the truth of things. It allows us to understand the mysteries of mountain-making and falling stars. But knowledge isn't meant to be held as a weapon in a battle to defy our fates and manipulate life over death. Evil lodges too easily in men's hearts. What will happen if they assume the power to create life?

Nada contribuye tanto a serenar la mente como una finalidad permanente, un punto en el cual el alma pueda fijar su atención.

None but those who have experienced them can conceive of the enticements of science. In other studies you go as far as others have gone before you, but in a scientific pursuit there is continual food for discovery and wonder.

Quien no haya experimentado la seducción que la ciencia ejerce sobre una persona, jamás comprenderá su tiranía.

Quiero la compañía de un hombre que simpatice conmigo, cuyos ojos contesten a los míos.

Remember , that I am thy creature; I ought to be thy Adam; but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed.

Si nuestros instintos se limitaran al hambre, la sed y el deseo, seríamos casi libres. Pero nos conmueve cada viento que sopla, cada palabra al azar, cada imagen que esa misma palabra nos evoca

Scar tissue does more than flaunt its strength by chronicling the assaults it has withstood. Scar tissue is new growth. And it is tougher than skin innocent of the blade.

The articles were extremely eye-opening. Not just in Teen Vogue but in Seventeen and CosmoGirl as well. They were all about being yourself, staying natural, loving your body as is, and going green! The messages were the exact opposite of Vik and Viv's. Hmmmmm. Frankie turned to face the full-length mirror that was up against the yellow wardrobe. She opened her robe and examined her body. Fit, muscular, and exquisitely proportioned, she agreed with the magazines. So what if her skin was mint? Or her limbs were attached with seams? According to the magazines, which were - no offense! - way more in touch with the times than her parents were, she was suppose to love her body just the way it was. And she did! Therefor if the normies read magazines (which obviously they did, because they were in them), then they would love her, too. Natural was in. Besides she was Daddy's perfect little girl. And who didn't love perfect?

Si ningún hombre permitiese que ambición alguna se interpusiera en la tranquilidad de sus afectos domésticos, Grecia no hubiese sido esclavizada, Cesar habría conservado su país, América seria descubierta mas gradualmente y los imperios de México y el Perú no habrían sido destruidos.

Su simpatía me arrastro fácilmente a hablarle con el lenguaje del corazón, a revelarle el calor abrazador de mi alma y a decirle, con todo el fervor que me animaba, lo gustoso con que sacrificaría fortuna, existencia, hasta esperanza, en aras de mi afán.

The hearts of men, when unprejudiced by any obvious self-interest, are full of brotherly love and charity.

This advice, although good, was totally inapplicable to my case.

You’re a Frankenstein!” “Don’t confuse the monster with the creator.

You took my life and Oliver's life and made them into this book. You made us into monsters, both of us.

The cup of life was poisoned forever, and although the sun shone upon me, as upon the happy and gay of heart, I saw around me nothing but a dense and frightful darkness, penetrated by no light but the glimmer of two eyes that glared upon me.

The unenlightened call him “Frankenstein,” confusing him with his creator. The less-unenlightened call him “the monster,” confusing him with his popular reception by the villagers and the local constabulary. But none of us knows, really, what to call him: knows, as it were, what name he would choose for himself, if he were given the choice.

Thus not the tenderness of friendship, nor the beauty of earth, nor of heaven, could redeem my soul from woe: the very accents of love were ineffectual. I was encompassed by a cloud which no benefical influence could penetrate. The wounded deer dragging its fainting limbs to some untrodden brake, there to gaze upon the arrow which had pierced it, and to die - was but a type of me.

We are in the Frankenstein era.

You have done well so far, my magnificent creature. Soon you will be with me.

Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even YOU turned from me in disgust? God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is filthy type of yours, more horrid even from the very resemblance.

Be men, or be more than men. Be steady to your purposes and firm as a rock. This ice is not made of such stuff as your hearts may be; it is mutable and cannot withstand you if you say that it shall not.

A human being in perfection ought always to preserve a calm and peaceful mind and never to allow passion or a transitory desire to disturb his tranquility. I do not think that the pursuit of knowledge is an exception to this rule. If the study to which you apply yourself has a tendency to weaken your affections and to destroy your taste for those simple pleasures in which no alloy can possibly mix, then that study is certainly unlawful, that is to say, not befitting the human mind. If this rule were always observed; if no man allowed any pursuit whatsoever to interfere with the tranquillity of his domestic affections, Greece had not been enslaved, Caesar would have spared his country, America would have been discovered more gradually, and the empires of Mexico and Peru had not been destroyed.

All, save I, were at rest or in enjoyment; I, like the archfiend, bore a hell within me, and finding myself unsympathised with, wished to tear up the trees, spread havoc and destruction around me, and then to have sat down and enjoy the ruin. But this was a luxury of sensation that could not endure; I became fatigued with excess of bodily exertion, and sank on the damp grass in the sick impotence of despair. There was none among the Myriad of men that existed who would pity or assist me; and should I feel kindness towards my enemies? No: from that moment I declared ever-lasting war against the species, and, more than all, against him who had formed me, and sent me forth to this insupportable misery. -The Creature

Another plum, another plum, another plum for me! Jocko shakes the cyber tree! Ah ha-ha-ha, Ah ha-ha-ha!

But success shall crown my endeavours. Wherefore not? Thus far I have gone, tracing a secure way over the pathless seas, the very stars themselves being witnesses and testimonies of my triumph. Why not still proceed over the untamed yet obedient element? What can stop the determined heart and resolved will of man?

Como Adán, yo no parecía tener lazo alguno con los demás seres; pero su estado era muy distinto del mío en los demás aspectos. De las manos de Dios había salido una criatura perfecta, próspera y feliz, protegida por el especial cuidado de su Creador; se le había permitido conversar con seres de naturaleza superior y adquirir de ellos su saber; en cambio, yo era desdichado, estaba desamparado y solo. Muchas veces consideré a Satanás el símbolo más acorde a mi condición.

De romige beker melk met honing voor de nacht veranderde in een tamelijk naargeestige Flippy-Flippy-Shake.

Frankenstein as the underdog. Not the monster. The villagers pursuing him are the monster.

For better or worse, whether it is a sign of aesthetic complexity or of intellectual indecision, this novel [Frankenstein] offers equally fertile ground to those readers who like their meanings ambiguous and indeterminate and to those who prefer to discern a deeply important doctrine.

Frankenstein is actually an equivalent of how a gay person feels growing up.

Cursed, cursed creator! Why did I live? Why, in that instant, did I not extinguish the spark of existence which you had so wantonly bestowed?

En mi alegría arrime una mano a las llamas, pero tuve que retirarla rápidamente con un grito de dolor ¡Que extraño me resulto que la misma causa produjera efectos tan opuestos!

For there has never been a story nearly as tragic as the one of Frankenstein, except for that of Johnny Heart and his Francesca Valentine.

He pushed a finger through the surface of the water to trace the outline of her mouth. Ethereal bits of flesh floated loosely about his knuckle and nail. Then, calmly, he pulled her body up out of the tub and into his arms. He placed his lips on hers, now as cold and dead as his own.

How did he get so terribly smart, so determined? Maybe it was the pain I'd caused that made him that way, and if that were true, then I'd sort of had a hand in it, in making him as smart and devious as he was. I was really starting to dislike the guy. But I also felt a little proud, like Dr. Frankenstein must have felt when his monster turned on him, because after all, it was Dr. Frankenstein who had made the monster strong and cunning enough to turn on him.

I AM SEVENTEEN Already I am daughter to a ghost and mother to bones.

I allowed my thoughts, unchecked by reason, to ramble in the fields of Paradise, and dared to fancy amiable and lovely creatures sympathizing with my feelings and cheering you gloom…But it was all a dream: no Eve soothed my sorrows nor shared my thoughts; I was alone.

If she can bite a vulture, she can jump a crack. ~Victor Frankenstein

I come from a long line of body snatchers, probably the top-notch body snatchers in America. No make that the world. Some people might think it's gross digging up bones or corpses, but who asked them? It's no big deal, but then I've been doing it since I got out of diapers.

I confess that neither the structure of language, nor the code of governments, nor the politics of various states possessed attractions for me. It was the secrets of heaven and earth that I desired to learn; and whether it was the outward substance of things or the inner spirit of nature and the mysterious soul of man that occupied me, still my inquiries were directed to the metaphysical, or in its highest sense, the physical secrets of the world.

I now understand why the people chased Frankenstein up the mountain with torches. It was not because he was ugly but because they were. :)

I shunned the face of man; all sound of joy or complacency was torture to me; solitude was my only consolation—deep, dark, death-like solitude.